“The price of love is sometimes hard. Constant grocery shopping, carpools, sleepless nights. But the letting go of doing all of that? Even harder.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“The price of love is sometimes hard. Constant grocery shopping, carpools, sleepless nights. But the letting go of doing all of that? Even harder.”
Audrey Tiberius of Alpine, Utah knew she wanted a big family ever since she can remember. And she always knew exactly how many children she wanted: seven.
“They don’t quite need me the way they used to. However, as I move from the driver to the passenger seat of their lives, I get the beautiful privilege of witnessing them growing into capable, independent, faithful men.”
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“I didn’t know the record I’d used for a marriage certificate, my Certificate of Baptism and Birth, showed a falsified birthplace. Now, I think of that record as an award to my parents who blessed and legitimized an illegitimate child.”
“I cannot imagine how confusing it feels to be a tiny human trying to navigate such a situation.”
“It seems only yesterday I brushed my hand over your newborn skin. Your tiny fingers wrapped around my thumb and squeezed. My breath hitched in my throat, because in that moment I realized your little hands had the delicate strength to mold my whole life.”
A 23-year-old California woman named Britt left work one night feeling a little under the weather. She ended up checking herself into the ER hours later, hoping to be treated for her stomach pain. But Britt was in the shock of her life, to say the least. The doctors discovered that she was actually 7.5 …
“Preparing them to get the best grades, to get into the best college, or learn another language, or perfect the violin, or work with a top soccer trainer. Instead, I want to cherish them now and give them what they deserve. Time.”
“Today, I lost it. I could feel my nerves fraying at the seams as my toddler refused to listen to anything I said. And in true me fashion, I cried. I lost my patience. I slammed cabinets and scraped plates filled with uneaten dinner. I took away privileges and declared mommy law. The mental load of motherhood broke me. Finito. Buh-bye. GONE.”